Toothless's POV

The world around him was dark and cloudy. It was quite difficult to breath. He and his Hiccup had just managed to defeat the Green Death, which had been controlling a vast amount of the dragon population for as long as he could remember. He was almost positive she contained a bit of magic, which she used to keep the dragons from simply flying away and abandon their duty to bring her food. Or maybe her vast size was simply intimidating.

He could hear the surrounding Vikings coughing and spluttering as he encased Hiccup's limp body with his own. Against all odds Hiccup had survived, his Hiccup! He had suffered the loss of a leg and a few burns, but when he compared that to losing his life, he'd take the former. When the Queen had shot fire out in every direction in the hope of killing them, her flames had caught on the leather prosthetic tail fin; Hiccup had made it for him so that he could be airborne again. Neither of them had any control where they went. They were tumbling through the air with the Green Death right behind them. And when the Queen's enormous spiked tail came crashing towards them, he just couldn't avoid it. It was all Toothless could do just to stay in the air. He'd fallen plenty of times before of course, but Hiccup was just so frail, he didn't think he would come out looking too well after a fall from maybe two hundred feet. Then suddenly Hiccup's weight had left his back and he himself was somersaulting in the air. With all the energy he could muster, he flew after Hiccup's small form.

Toothless had just barely been able grab hold onto Hiccup's left leg. He was so panicked he hadn't thought to retract his sharp teeth, but then, he thought he most likely wouldn't be able to get a good hold on his leg and he would have lost Hiccup's life to the burning flames. There was a sickening crunch as Hiccup's leg snapped off, twirling into the billowing flames. Just before the leg was fully amputated, he wrenched Hiccup into his stomach and wrapped his large scaly black wings around his human. They plummeted helplessly down to the ground. Without his wings to help slow them down, Toothless gave a fearful roar as the ashen little island came ever closer.

He had slammed into the ground with a shower of sparks that rained down on his body. The impact with the earth knocked the wind out of him. He lay there breathless, for who knows how long, trembling terribly. He shut his eyes and tightened his grip on Hiccup. Toothless could hear the people talking quietly. He didn't trust those people. They had forced Hiccup to battle to the death with a Monstrous Nightmare! All in order to become a real Viking. People like that couldn't be trusted. He trusted his Hiccup because he wasn't like the others; he was the only human being that didn't want to see him murdered. Hiccup was his best and only friend. And he would do whatever it took to protect him.

Too close. Those untrustworthy humans were coming too close. However, quite frankly, Toothless was too exhausted with the day's events to put up much of a fight. The most he could do was growl quietly. An immensely deep voice boomed across the smoky plain. He'd heard him before. He was the one he, Toothless, had tackled in the fighting arena. He would have killed him if it weren't for Hiccup. He had desperately asked him not to…. The massive man was most likely Hiccup's father. The father, who had never cared for Hiccup, never listened to his thoughts, who given Hiccup a hellish childhood.

"HICCUP!" Stoick bellowed. "HICCUP!"

The fog cleared and he saw the vast man looking around desperately. Toothless gave a small moan, but that was all Stoick needed. He raced through the rubble towards the dragon. He fell to his knees next to the Night Fury.

"Hiccup," he muttered, "Oh, Hiccup. I'm- I'm so sorry Hiccup."

No. He was not quite satisfied with that. It angered him to think that Hiccup's father was only sorry now that he thought Hiccup was dead. But Hiccup wasn't dead. And as soon as Stoick said something worth hearing, then he would reveal Hiccup. He mumbled softly, as if clarifying that it wasn't good enough. An apology could go a long way. After all, Astrid had been almost savage to Hiccup. Hiccup didn't deserve that. So Toothless had made her pay. Out of clear desperation to get clear of the Night Fury, she had apologized, so he therefore rewarded her with the gift of a mind blowing ride. When Stoick gave an apology, that would be enough to heal part the emotional wound that had been cast over Hiccup for the past fourteen years, then would Stoick be able to see his son.

"Hiccup, I'm so sorry. I messed up. This-this is my entire fault…" Stoick mumbled.

That's what Toothless was looking for! He unfurled his wings to reveal Hiccup looking as tiny as ever, held by Toothless's short legs. Stoick gasped, rushed forward, and lifted Hiccup gingerly. He held Hiccup's chest to his ear and listened for the gentle beat of his heart.

''Odin, he's alive!" Stoick cried out, "You brought him back alive!"

There were cheers from the crowd and even, Toothless heard, happy sounds from the remaining dragons.

"Thank, you,'' Stoick said to Toothless," Thank, you for saving my son."

Toothless was suddenly filled with happiness, as if fire were erupting inside him.

"Well, most of 'im at least," said a gruff voice Toothless hadn't heard walk up. That startled him.

"What do ye suggest we do Gobber?" asked Stoick.

"Well, not leave Hiccup here tha's for sure. He'll bleed ta death."

"Right. Firs' things firs'. We need ta get what's left of his leg wrapped up in bandages." Stoick seemed to come out of gentle mode and began directing out orders. As Stoick got up, Gobber asked, " Stoick, what abou' tha' dragon?"

Stoick looked to Toothless, who gave him a warning look. Just because he let the chief see his son didn't mean the dragon trusted him just yet. They locked eyes for a moment, then Stoick turned and said, "He's not under a death sentence. He saved Hiccup. Get the remaining ships ready."

"On it," said Gobber with a small smile.

"Gobber," Stoick said as an afterthought, " And tell those teens that they help too. They can, um, carry loads back with the beasts."

Toothless, still lying on the ground, evaluated his wounds. His head hurt, along with his entire body. He was extremely sore from falling three hundred feet to the ground. And when the smallest movements shot pain into his withers, he guessed he had dislocated his right wing, the one that had taken the full blow from the collision. He would to get that looked at. Assuming the healers back on Berk knew how to heal a dragon, when they were so accustomed to fixing human beings.

Toothless struggled to his feet and attempted to trot after Stoick and Hiccup. Trotting was too painful, so he slowed to quick walk. As he walked, he looked around him curiously at the working Vikings. A fair few were clearly trying not to attract his attention, but Toothless noticed them shoot furtive glances his way.

Once he reached Stoick, he was just taking Hiccup onto one of the few remaining ships.

"I want him cleaned up and bandaged immediately. Probably be better to take him down to the lower decks. Less commotion. I want him in a quiet cabin." Stoick fired at a few men walking beside him who said simultaneously," Yes, sir."

Stoick carefully handed Hiccup to the men, then turned to find himself being stared down by the Night Fury, whose eyes seemed to be twice as big as and just as unnerving as they stared unblinkingly at the chief with his head slightly tilted to one side.

"Oh, uh, hello," he said awkwardly. It was then that he noticed Toothless favoring his right wing. "You're hurt." It was merely a statement. He wasn't suggesting Toothless get immediate help. Toothless gave a noncommittal jerk of his head, saying Hiccup was more important, which hurt. He winced slightly, which didn't help his case much. He couldn't show weakness. He didn't want Stoick thinking he could hurt him because he thought Toothless was vulnerable.

"I'll get you medical help as soon as we're safely back on Berk," Stoick said shortly.

Toothless nodded. That was fine with him. He just wanted to see Hiccup. He tried to sidestep the chief, but found his way blocked. Toothless let out an odd spluttering indignant sound and looked up at Stoick in confusion, blinking. Stoick just crossed his massive arms. Toothless tried again to get past Stoick, this time by trying to shove him aside, which had no effect on the massive man whatsoever. Stoick just pushed him firmly back. Toothless's body wiggled in frustration and he let out a huff of hot air.

"You are going to have to wait until everything's in order and we set sail. Plus," he added grimly," I don't think my men, would want a fragile little dragon to see somethin' so gruesome. I don't want you down there now. You are going to stay up here until he's bandaged, understand?" His tone said he wasn't going to listen to any sounds of protest Toothless made. The most the dragon could do was glare at the chief, because at that moment Astrid came jogging towards Stoick and he turned his attention to the teen.

"Astrid."

"Where's Hiccup?" asked Astrid, not even slightly out of breath from what seemed like a half mile run.

"He's down below."

"Can I see him?" Astrid asked.

"No," Stoick said gruffly. Astrid shifted her weight impatiently." You get the same answer as the dragon," He nodded at Toothless, who glared back," Once we're set an' ready ta go, then you can see 'im. Assuming he's already bandaged."

Astrid obviously didn't like the arrangement, but she didn't question the chief as she said," Yes, sir."

Toothless glanced at Astrid. She looked the same as she always did. Hair braided down her back, carelessly wiping her bangs from her face. She had her shoulder armor over her bluish-grey striped shirt, with her spiked skirt, black leggings and grey fur boots. The only difference was that she didn't have her axe, which she presumably carried everywhere.

"You've packed the," He hesitated ever so slightly before he said dragons, as he was still getting used to the thought, "dragons with supplies?"

"Yes, sir. They are almost ready to leave sir. I think the Vikings are using them to lift some things into the three remaining boats," Astrid replied.

"Good." Stoick looked over at the people hauling things into boats, and then looked down at Toothless, who was trying to edge his way past Stoick without the chief noticing. Odin, he didn't have time for this! He had to go talk to Spitelout about the arrangements when they arrived back at Berk, not deal with an overly-protective lizard. "Astrid, will you watch that dragon to keep him from going down below? I have to talk to Spitelout and Gobber," said Stoick, already walking towards the Vikings.

"Yes sir," said Astrid, turning to Toothless.

"Make sure he stays there!" Stoick barked over his shoulder.

Toothless suddenly sat back on his haunches and twitched his ears, silently observing Astrid. She laughed and looked up at him.

"You were pretty good today, Toothless. Defeating the Green Death, saving Hiccup and all."

Toothless flashed his famous Toothless grin, which made her smile. She stepped forward and scratched Toothless on his snout. After fighting with a Nightmare, his being held hostage by the humans, being trapped under water for five minutes, battling the Green Death and saving Hiccup, that simple scratch felt pretty good.

A/N:

First multi-chapter story. Wow, fantastic baby. I'll try to update as much as I can, but this thing probably won't be that long. Five chapters at most. I update faster when you people review, so please do that. I would appreciate it.

My beta is my older sister Hatsu Yukiya, who's writing a HTTYD/Tangled crossover with her friend that she NEVER UPDATES and it is making me frustrated with her. You guys should go read it, review it, and mentally influence her to update it because siriusly.

Now, enough of that boococky. Review, goddammit.

…please.